Blackfoot Forest threats and honey

@Heloise

the morning is dim when laurent wakes. stirred into consciousness by distant birdsong, he takes a moment to stretch his limbs and slowly rises from the patch of moss he'd claimed the previous night. his steps are slow at first, sluggish with sleep and entirely undetermined, though after a handful of moments his hazy mind finds itself confronted by the promise of new territories and experiences.

this is what he has always wanted, he reminds himself. 

chocolate eyes trace his surroundings as he trots through the thicket, reminded of the forest surrounding selwyn point. the memory lingers for a beat before he brushes it away.